Miss G Train Contestant #1

We've heard back from a few of you wonderful readers who've entered into the City Reliquary's Miss G Train pageant, and offered us a view from the inside. Our first, Erica Sackin, who's going casual, was kind enough to send along her poem. Here it is!

How many nights have I spent at your mercy, G train? How many hours have I craned my neck, hoping to see that warm green light crack your tunnel's abyss? Each breeze I imagine to be the whoosh of your approach, every rodent's scurry is transformed by masochistic hope into the 625 volts of electricity that will bring you to my feet. As the hour grows late, and others succumb to the lure of livery cabs above, my faith cannot help but grow stronger. For I know, somewhere in the distance, your warm plastic seats are hurling themselves towards me, screeching with a determination to envelop me in their embrace.

Erica, we're pulling for you! For the rest of you glorious G trainers, today's the last day to enter. Email a poem/essay to missgtrain@cityreliquary.org with a sexy photo and maybe you'll be picked!